My Christmas tree is up. It actually went up a few weeks ago. It's not a REAL Christmas tree. I mean, it's real ENOUGH. It's not IMAGINARY. If you threw it at someone, it'd hit them. But it's made from assorted plastics and stuff. Also it's black. It looks awesome, but lacks that Christmas tree smell. But I don't mind that. My folks have a real Christmas tree up, and that's where Christmas happens anyway, so who cares if my house doesn't smell of pine needles? Not me. Not really.
Not... really...
Anyway, yes, the tree. It's up. The presents are bought. They're not wrapped, but they're bought. Most of them. Okay, I haven't a clue what to get my dad, but he's a dad. He'll be happy with socks. Fathers are simple creatures.
So... tree up. Presents bought. These are things I set aside time to do, because I needed to set aside time. I've been so busy lately that if I hadn't set aside this time, I just wouldn't get around to it. There are loads of things I just didn't have time for, like sending out Christmas cards. I love sending out cards. I try to combine it with answering all the letters from readers, so when I send off a reply, they get a Christmas card too. How lovely! But not this year. Answering all those letters, sending all those cards, would take two days at a minimum, and they are two days I can't afford to take off writing.
The writing is going well, by the way. I've been focussing on short stories these last three weeks, building up quite a collection of new stuff. Each of these stories will be told in a different "voice" than the one you're used to. You'll see what I mean when you read them.
One thing that I haven't decided on yet are the Christmas Skype calls I was planning on making. Essentially, I was going to take an hour one day and just fit as many three-minute Skype calls into that hour as I could. It seemed like a lovely idea at the time, but I'm not so sure anymore. Not everyone who wanted a call would be available on that hour, and so I'd have to field quite a few complaints. Then there'd be the people who'd want a one-on-one chat, when I'd only be comfortable chatting if there were two or more people in the room with you. Basically, my idea would end up causing a whole lot of hassle that I could really do without, so I just don't know.
Okay then, enough jibber-jabber. I have work to do.
Be cool, my Minions.
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*but claps appreciatively*
Bravo!
Photo: *rolls his eyes*
I could do that in my sleep.
How do you do with the next five?
*claps his hands together*
Five Guards: *take a single step forward in unison*
*their visors slide back*
*revealing pale, skull-like faces*
Five Guards: ELIMINATE TRIP CASTALAN.
(Now really, Fabi, you don't have to)
*two huge spikes of energy grow around Trip's fists, and he scewers two guards, then makes some energy fire, and begins to make a guard kebab*
#ChaseForBook9
(Apolgizes we neded to see if i had drama on Saturday)
Javier: so you'll work with her? *flashes him an IOU look*
Photo: *raises an eyebrow*
*nods at Trish*
Trish: Well?
Photo: *makes an "Eh." motion with his hand*
Photo: Well, boys?
What are you waiting for?
Finish him!
@Trip: *tilts head* If you're correcting yourself ANYWAY, wouldn't that be guards' ? :P
#ChaseForBook9
*clicks with his spare hand, and energy completely covers one of the remaining guards, who then proceeds to kill his two counterparts, and then is slowly crushed by the energy surrounding him*
#ChaseForBook9
Honestly, Javeir, it is not as though you owe me anything.
#ChaseForBook9
((Well, I kind of want to roleplay, but at the same time, I'm too lazy to figure out where to join, and all my deliberation was getting annoying. So yeah.))
* Unless I misunderstood, and it's a single guard with multiple faces? :P ^^
#CHaseForBook9
*Finds her charged, solar-powered hair straightener and waits for it to heat up, still shifting from foot to foot*
*Works a bit on tidying up her rather awful-looking face*
Of course Taia. Once again, sorry.
#ChaseForBook9
(You never know. It could be Janus)
Photo: *slow claps*
Well done.
Well done.
*smiles*
I'd quite like to fight you sometime.
Trish: But . . .
Photo: But not today!
Not today.
*poses with one foot on top of the steaming pile of dead guards*
*and checks something off on his clip board*
Your fertilizer will arrive at your bar in four days time. It will get there this time, don't worry. I'll see to it myself.
And I always get it done.
Trish: *breaks down into renewed sobbing*
Photo: *rolls his eyes*
Trish, you ruined the moment.
I return
Javier: are you reading my mind? Wait never mind you probably are. Well if you are helping Zaf I thank you. She is clueless in fighting.
I'm not that clueless...*bites lip* Ravel taught me a bit but I just...
(Welcome back, Edward.)
Thank you
Wb Ed
(True it may be Janus)
@Trip: No worries, of course. :P
*laughs* Very true, Adra. *nods* :P
#ChaseForBook9
(Would you like a cuppa?
*offers Edward a cup of Earl Gray tea*)
Welcome back, Mr. Fletcher.
(Hello all who say hello)
Yes, tea would be nice please
Hello Adra and Sir
Howdy, Edward! :)
#ChaseForBook9
(*passes him his cup of tea*)
Hello Taia
*Takes cup* Thank you. I am here to enquire about a job working for a Miss Precocious
(WB ED)
*After the straightener heats up, she very carefully, meticulously, runs it through her hair*
*Multiple times*
*Even once completely missing her hair and closing the straightener around her ear, which, suffice to say, hurt like a bitch*
*Fluffs it out a bit, then turns the straightener off*
*Within minutes, has her face looking in tip-top condition, and she smiles, liking that she actually looks rather beautiful*
*Smile falls*
*Drops her head into her hands* What the hell am I even doing...
Very good. Out of interest, what would've happened if I'd gone upstairs with those gentlemen?
#ChaseForBook9
(Sorry, I vanished. Give me a moment.)
Precocious: *sits on the swing set*
*sipping her tea thoughtfully*
Working for me?
. . . In what capacity?
--
Photo: I'm afraid you would've taken a trip to our newest gentleman murderer. Lovely fellow. An albino, I believe.
*shrugs*
Fortunately for you, there will be no need for your execution. Yet.
Though I would suggest you don't stick around.)
*Gets up and runs to the sink, and quickly removes all of her makeup, before looking at her hair*
...
That one will be a bit harder to do.
*Begins to run a brush through it, hoping to fluff it out a bit and get it to it's natural wave*
*Fails*
*Lets head fall against the wall, then looks up at the ceiling, raising her arms*
If there is an omniscient voice from above, I would love some advice right now.
*waits*
..
..
Dammit.
Well, I have a variety of skills that I am sure your company could use. I am a very good assassin
Precocious: Oh, Edward, forgive me, but I have no need for a personal assassin. And I don't have a company.
Erm . . . Mr. Neurotic does, however.
Though I believe he recently hired a gentleman murderer as his personal assassin.
How about I make you a deal? I'll never return, to this building, so you won't have to deal with me killing all your new, up to date guards, if you give me a shipment of chimera fertilizer every friday. What do you say?
#ChaseForBook9
I was undeer the ipression you were an, forgive the term but, an evil mastermind
(Hmm is it safe to assume Nic vanished?)
*Sits down and continues talking to the omniscient voice*
Honestly, I would love some feedback here. It is, uncharacteristically, guy troubles.
I mean
Serious.
Photo: Eh . . .
*tilts his head*
That would be pretty expensive. What kind of get-it-done man would I be if I put that weight on the company?
*waves a dismissive hand*
No deal, my man.
*raises an eyebrow in surprise*
I am a monster hunter, good Edward. Nothing more than that.
But the alternative is paying to get new guards EVERY Friday. So, what's more expensive, chimera fertilizer, or a new force of guards?
#ChaseForBook9
you know you wasted your childhood when you bring your younger brothers to see the moshi monster movie and you know the lyrics to all the songs.
Well, I would appreciate it if you could tell me where to find this Mr Neurotic. I dont enjoy working for others but we all need money. *Drinks tea*
Hey, I know that the complete timeline of the Star Wars universe, you've got nothing on me.
Except I don't consider it a waste. Hmmm.
Did you know that the Sith win in the end?
#ChaseForBook9
(I can basically quote any line from Sweeney Todd or Jekyll and Hyde)
(I know the whole timeline of doctor who)
*Does a Yoda voice.* Nerds, we are, yes? *Yoda chuckle*
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: *frowns*
The longer you keep talking, the more it seems like the most expensive option is letting you leave this building alive. And I hate to destroy such a source of fabulousness.
--
I . . . I don't know.
*looks a little uncomfortable*
I suppose I could give you his address.
(Doctor Who!
*applauds*
Jekyll and Hyde!
*applauds*
Sweeny Todd!
*applauds*
Also, I'm going to have to go soon.)
That would be appreciated. Why so uncomfortable?
That is a good point.
*grins* I'd like to see you try.
#ChaseForBook9
(I'm like that with the Iron Giant, Mara. *nods*)
*Pauses*
So basically, my idiot brother and sister were being awful and they planted an idea into my mind, and ever since then I've been questioning a lot of things about my relationship, and it's been driving me insane, because I don't want to, but my mind is making me face them.
Goodness I sound like a silly teenager.
But really. I've lived for more than four-hundred years, one would think that I would have figured this one out.
The truth is, after Cain left and our marriage ended, I actually completely lost interest. I devoted my life to my child, and then... Well, afterward, I couldn't do much. All that mattered to me, was the work, and I never dealt with the pain, and now it's come back to bite me, and I honestly haven't the faintest idea what to do.
It's a bit unfortunate sometimes that he's like me- dedicated to his work.
*Pauses*
I don't think he even knows how much I need him, and his support.
And look at me now, talking to a wall. *Sighs* This is ridiculous.
The Doctor will see you now
mwahaha
sneaky sly and shifty
let me introduce myself
i am the doctor they call sTRANGEGLOVE
a hazard to your health
i'm here to wreck some mayhem (i can't spell and this is not in the song btw) with my terrifying schemes
and glump your silly moshlings with my dasterly machines
etc
(Even the classics, Ed?)
((Mmph.))
*takes a deep breath*
*tells Edward the address*
--
Photo: *smirks*
What say we have ourselves another wager, eh?
You beat me, you get your damn fertilizer and don't come back.
I beat you, you . . . well.
*chuckles*
You'll be beyond caring.
Do we have an accord?
(Yes, Fabi?? :/)
(I know the lyrics to most of the songs from Phineas and Ferb . . .)
The Doctor will see you now
mwahaha
sneaky sly and shifty
let me introduce myself
i am the doctor they call sTRANGEGLOVE
a hazard to your health
i'm here to wreck some mayhem (i can't spell and this is not in the song btw) with my terrifying schemes
and glump your silly moshlings with my dasterly machines
etc
Even the classics, If only we knew his name we might have a clue to all this- ian chesterton 1963)
(Is that from the movie, Mara?)
(Whoa, Ed... Impressive.)
Thank you, *Writes down adress* I appreciate this a lot *Appears outside adress*
(Thank you *Bows*)
*Knocks on door*
((I could recite the majority of A Midsummer Night's Dream if I so chose.))
((Sorry, I'm just sort of annoyed at myself right now.))
Done.
*clicks fingers, and a ball of energy appears inside Photo, it expands at half the speed of sound, so it should reduce him to a new lick of paint on the walls unless he does something very quickly.*
#ChaseForBook9
Hey! How are you all?
I'm watching the Walking Dead. It's tearing me apart!!!!
(Over hill, over dale, through brush, through briar, over park, over pale, through flood, through fire..
*hugs Fabi*)
Hello Rhydian
Greetings, Mr. Blake.
*the world snaps out of focus*
Photo: *smiles confidently*
*and twirls on the spot*
*and the world melts away*
*dripping into the pavement*
*leaving something that looks suspiciously like a disco club where the League’s lobby once was*
Photo: I am a Sensitive, Trip, and a special one. Hallucinations is my game.
*leaps elegantly onto the dance floor*
*and spins once more*
Oh, la! How should I kill you?
Kill you myself, or summon a thousand nightmares to do it for me?
*stretches luxuriously*
*and flops onto a fainting couch that springs up from the dance floor*
Ahhhhhh, this feels good. I haven’t done this in far too long.
Photo: Now then . . .
*the room suddenly blazes with disco lights*
*so hot*
*and so bright*
*that they begin to sear Trips’s flesh*
Photo: FABULOUS MURDER!
*laughs happily*
Heya Rhydian! I'm fine thank you. And you?
#ChaseForBook9
Guard: *approaches Edward*
State your business.
(Hey Rhy)
I wsh to speak with a Mr Neurotic
Guard: And what makes you think a Mr. Neurotic wants to speak with you?
*he is big*
*and mean-looking*
*and Canadian*
(*Smacks Photo* Watch it.
Hey Rhy!)
Hi everyone!
I'm good....Feels are in so much pain atm. But...I'm good
Erm, I was to offer my services to him. *Looks up at guard* You appear to be intelligent, what is it you require. Gold?
*energy coats Trip, preventing the light from burning*
You know, I have a friend who does things very similar to you. He tricks the mind, but he makes you think you're dead, or something even equally horrible. So, you can imagine his japes, I've built up an immunity of sorts, so cut the crap, and die. *small balls of energy appear all around the room and unleash streams of flame at photo*
#ChaseForBook9
Guard: What services do you think you can provide, Pipsqueak?
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon's sphere
And I serve the fairy queen
To few her orbs upon the green
The cowslips tall her pensioners be
In their gold coats, spots you see
Those be rubies, fairy favors
In those freckles live their savors
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear
Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone
Our queen and all her elves come here anon
well, that is the matter I wish to speak with Mr Neurotic about giant man
You know, if I finish this project, and then I do loads more that are really similar, then it can be next year's Christmas present to you all. :)
(Yes, it'll take that long.)
Around this time last year, I started playlisting . . . :)
And look how long that's taking me. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Herrow Star!
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Star
Photo: *lazily snaps his fingers*
*and vanishes*
*the fire bursts harmlessly in the center of the room*
*the room suddenly grows dark*
*like a horror movie*
*and a voice*
*a very creepy voice*
*Photo's voice*
*starts singing*
Photo: I want fabulous, that is my simple request . . .
*the lights snap off, leaving the room in total darkness*
All things fabulous, bigger and better and best . . .
*the floor suddenly drops twenty yards*
I need something inspiring to help me get along . . .
*a moment of ethereal silence*
I need a little fabulous, IS THAT SO WRONG?
Photo: *leaps out of the darkness*
*twirling a flaming halberd in his hand*
*and launches himself at Trip*
Guard: I . . . beg your pardon?
(PUUUUCK is the best. Oh my goodness when I spread his name out like that, it looks like an obscenity.)
(:P *hugs Star*)
(PUUUUCK is the best. Oh my goodness when I spread his name out like that, it looks like an obscenity.)
(:P *hugs Star*)
I've found the comments where I got really upset late at night, though. *nods*
That was a rather interesting experience.
Like I said, I normally get emotional at school.
And I don't normally have extreme emotional occurences at one in the morning when I'm meant to be asleep.
Then again, I'm generally asleep at one in the morning.
#ChaseForBookNine
I do not wish to use violence but, ooh is that a rare speider on your head?
*Stands up and straightens herself out*
*Glances at herself in the mirror, and smiles*
*Properly smiles*
Fine then. It appears I'm on my own for tackling this monster. *Gathers up her bag, and goes into the hall, searching for Madame Elizabeth's office again*
Guard: I'm not falling for that.
Red-Crested Venom Splotter Octocreeper: *crawls down onto the guard's face*
Guard: AIEEEEEEEE!
A Voice Behind Edward: Is there a problem?
I told you. Yes, I wish to speak with a Mr Neurotic
*a ball of energy catches Photo* Mr. Get It Done,meet the bubble. Now, you could be anywhere, couldn't you. You could be an illusion, so I have an idea. *the bubble disappears and then the whole room fills with solid energy, except for Trip* No matter where you are in this room, you must've been crushed.
#ChaseForBook9
(IM GETTIG GERBILS!!!! My dad found somewhere with a hell lot left so he is getting the other water bottle and coming to get me
*the gentleman behind Edward*
*the gentleman with white hair, white skin, and pink eyes*
*nods politely*
Gary: . . . Quite.
Perhaps I'll take you to see him.
Yes, perhaps. Here, if you take me to see him you can have this. *Holds up empty glass* I dont have anything else, sorry.
The king doth keep his revels here tonight
Take heed the queen come not within his sight
And if I don't stop now, I'll quote the whole scene. How come I can type Shakespeare, but not write or roleplay anything worthwhile?
Yeah, Puck's always been my dream role. I'm too tall, though. Everyone wants a small fairylike Puck. Meh.
Photo: Unless I'm not in this room, Mr. Castalan.
*laughs*
*and the laugh echoes all around the room*
*the shadows melt away*
*revealing a round room*
*with doors every few feet along the walls*
Photo: I detest hide and seek. It lacks panache.
Why should I bother playing with you when I could just end you right now?
It's a fundamental character flaw when it comes to super villains.
*shadows leap up from the floor*
*wrap around Trip*
*and slam him against the wall*
*latching him down*
*he is completely immobile*
*he feels the cold point of a silver knife on the back of his neck*
Photo: Your move.
And please, make it a fabulous one.
Because Bill is the best?
Ah.
Out! Out, damned spot!
DON't even get me started on the Saint Crispin's Day speech because I know that thing.
Man.
MAN.
let slip the dogs of war
Gary: *looks uncomfortable*
Erm . . . do you mind, terribly if I just . . .
*carefully reaches out*
*and parts Edward's hair in the middle*
That's better.
Ok? Is there a problem with my hair?
*tries to do Harry's scream in Midnight Memories but ends up crying*
Gary: Not anymore.
. . . Listen, today's not a good day for Oz, alright?
Perhaps you might come back tomorrow?
And maybe dress a bit more symmetrically.
*grins*
You know what I thought I might enjoy bringing today? It's a marvellous little thing, I picked up in a hobbit market, and oh my is it pointless. *energy takes a chocolate button out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. He calmly chews it a little, then spits it on the knife, which turns to chocolate*
#ChaseForBook9
*grins*
You know what I thought I might enjoy bringing today? It's a marvellous little thing, I picked up in a hobbit market, and oh my is it pointless. *energy takes a chocolate button out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. He calmly chews it a little, then spits it on the knife, which turns to chocolate*
#ChaseForBook9
Now is a perfect time for me to demonstrate my powers. *Dissapears and reappears in perfect suit* For me, tomorrow is today
Photo: WHOA NOW, MAN, HOW DID YOU DO THAT?
*looks in wonder at his knife*
I ship Trob
Trip + Bob
(Yo Mara
yo)
(That should totes be our first chapter, okay?
Let's do it.
omg)
[Nods]
[Is in a room with a bunch of old cookbooks now, and feeling a lot calmed around the smell of old paper]
Gary: For Oz, today is today, and today is a bad day to chat. With any new employees. Besides, I am his personal assassin, currently, and he can always go to that Harold Saxon bloke if he needs to time-travel.
*calmer
((XD))
(I appear to be on my own so I shall continue my things on my own if anyone is willing to join me)
Javier: *softly* Zafira are you mad?
No Javier.
Javier: You're happier now aren't you?
Yes I am actually. I lve our children to death and im not mad if you come and visit, which you do. I'm not mad I'm far from it.
Javier: Are you willing to stay friends with me?
*smiles* Always.
Javier: Always. *offers her Christopher* I believe he wants his mother.
*Grumbles* I am not one to use violence but *Punches Gary* Im sorry. *Enters hallway*
Brb tea's nearly ready. Bye!
Bye Rhydian
Gary: *moves obscenely fast*
*and dodges the blow*
AHEM.
*storms after Edward*
I'm afraid Oz is going through a bit of trouble at the moment, and he doesn't have time for you.
Oh, look. Your tie is asymmetrical. Let me straighten it for you.
*grabs Edward's tie and tightens it till is cuts off his windpipe*
I'm a collector of magical items, nick naks and trinkets. Magical chocolate button. Cool huh? And now you're distracted and you've lot focus on making me believe these shadows are real, *stands up, and thrusts his palm forwards at Photo, and a ripple off energy sends him flying into the wall, where more energy wraps him up and pins him to the wall*
The tables have turned.
#ChaseForBook9
*laughs* set him down he'll crawl.
Javier: *sets Christopher on the ground and he starts to crawl* He's adorable.
Yeah he likes crawling a lot.
Javier: *sits beside Zaf* Do you want to go to Times Square and see the ball drop on New Years Eve?
Sure I'd love to.
Javier: *teasingly* go get your work done
Good bye, Mr. Blake.
Bye Rhydian.
#ChaseForBook9
*Clutches at throat* Well, I hate to add dead staff to his trouble *Falls to knees*
(Bye Rhy!!)
*Stops walking, looking around*
What.
Where
HELP
Gary: *steps over Edward*
*and smile pleasantly*
Try coming back tomorrow.
*looks over at the desk*
*and smiles*
Now then . . .
--
Photo: *grins shakily*
Oh, Mr. Castalan. You forget one crucial detail.
None of this is real, as you say. Where then, are you?
You are still in the lobby.
And it is quarter-to-nine, which means . . .
*his smile broadens*
*Trip feels something cold press against his throat*
*even though he can't see anything*
*and if he were to regain his senses*
*he would see that he was standing, dumbstruck, in the lobby*
*with Gary's razor blade pressed against his throat*
Photo: Check and mate.
*Crawls after Gary and scratches his leg*
So you mean, I just thought I was using all those attacks? And I didn't use my chocolate button? Damnit. Just one moment please. *begins to focus on the razor very hard, trying to break the illusion*
#ChaseForBook9
Gary: *still pressing the razor to the catatonic Trip's throat*
*shoots Photo Finish a concerned look*
*mouths "Kill him?"*
Photo: *standing there*
*breathing heavily from the exertion*
Gary: *a voice echoes in his head*
*Photo's voice*
Photo's Voice: Kill him?
Heavens, no, he's a diamond.
Give his throat a good slash and let him walk away from this.
Not enough to kill him, just enough to remind him.
Gary: *nods*
*and slashes Trip's pale throat*
And now I finally get an idea, and then I have to leave.
Isn't that just how that works? Sigh.
[waves]
[Vanishes]
*the illusion snaps thanks to the combination of pain and focus*
Practise makes perfect, bitch. *energy, moving very quickly, slams Gary into a wall, and then, as Trip draws his sword, it brings Photo's neck right up the the blade*
Victory, is mine. As one more inch, and your windpipe would have a serious leak.
You know, that slash really hurt, it was very mean.
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Jade.
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Fabi
Bye Fabi *waves* :/
Good bye, Ms. Fabienne.
Gary: *slams into the wall*
*as the temperature of the lobby drops by 200 degrees*
AH!
Photo: *chuckles drily*
Castalan, Castalan, we could do this all day.
Shall we agree . . .
*holds out his hand*
. . . to a draw?
You don't return, and we keep you in fertilizer for one year.
And we can both agree that the real loser of this fight was Gary.
Gary: But I wasn't even fighting . . !
Photo: TomAYto, TomAHto.
You know Gary, if you give someone long enough, they can work out your weakness. You gave me plenty of time so I will give you one last chance. Take me to your boss. and Trip, you wont kill him yet
*Stumbles into the office room after much search and backtracking*
*Sighs*
Finally.
*Glances at where Trip was*
...
Typical.
*Gathers up her book and moves outside the doors again, curling up in the hallways with her book*
Well I dunno, I think I won, I mean, I would've killed you, and I mean, Gary, what the hell has Gary got on this? I mean, *a very warm ball of energy appears by Photo and Trip*
Powers nullified.
#ChaseForBook9
Gary: *mutters* Your FACE is nullified.
Photo: Now is not the time, Gary.
Take my offer or leave it, Trip.
The choice is yours.
Gary: *angrily snaps his fingers*
*the ball of energy freezes over*
*falls*
*and shatters on the ground*
(I really do have to go soon . . .)
*Walks past Gary up a staircase reading the names of the doors*
Hello.
I was wondering what to do with an Amazon voucher I got for Christmas. And now I have a new (and good) laptop, I might get Skyrim and mod the crap out of it just for fun. I have it on the PS3 but yeah... flying, invincible, fire-breathing rabbit preventing me from doing so.
So I'll probably get it on the pc instead.
Hello Dragona
I accept your offer, despite the fact your life is in my hands. Good day. You were a worthy opponent.
Not you, Gary. You were fairly rubbish. *walks out of the lobby, and into the street, and off into the sunset*
#ChaseForBook9
Herrow Dragona.
#ChaseForBook9
Gary: *mutters* Your FACE is fairly rubbish.
(Goodbye, all.)
Bye Annika
(Heya Dragona! *waves* And... sounds good to me)
(Fus... ro DAH *music plays*)
(Bye Annika *hugs* *waves*)
(Bye Anni.)
#ChaseForBook9
*Stomach growls slightly*
*Pulls a bottled water from her bag and almost downs the whole thing*
*it makes a loud crackling, plastic-y sound*
*Is nearly finished with reading her Milton book*
*It's actually getting quite boring, yet it's still a classic*
Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
I mean, Skyrim, too, has Mass Effect mods. I can give myself biotics and have a Quarian as a follower and give myself a Quarian helmet.
Then, just because I can, I'll make myself be able to change into some animals.
Don't forget the shout thingy which lets me spam like 100000 cheeses everywhere.
Also maybe download the mod creator and make a powerful weapon just for fun.
(I heard that Skyrim has a Weeping Angel mod somewhere...
Maybe
Perhaps it was something different.)
*stands beside Adra*
Hello Dear.
#ChaseForBook9
I'll try that, too. That'll be fun.
Oh god, there's a machine gun mod. I want one.
*Nearly spits her water out* *Chokes* *coughs* You little...
*Coughs* A little warning next time
*Looks round at buildings in blogland* Lab? No Bar? *Walks up to bar and knocks*
(This is the best. I was talking to my friend, and some guys start joking about rape and homophobia on a status of his and we are SHOOTING THEM DOWN I FEEL ALIVE)
(Man. Those assholes deserve it.)
(Resist the temptation, Dragona :P)
*no response comes from the bar*
Sorry, I forget how quietly I move. You did your hair.
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*Blinks*
*Silently curses herself*
I might have... Ran a comb through it, it was looking awful.
Damn, *walks up to lake and throws last penny in* Thats it
*laughs* I love you. *leans in, and softly kisses Adra*
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I want a machine gun! Everyone will be using bows and swords and maces... I want a machine gun.
*Smiles, softly kisses him back*
*Appears on a bench and lies down to sleep*
back later, bye
Evening everyone.
(Bye Ed!!
YO EM)
Hey Emerald!
You would most certainly have the advantage.
My god I missed you.
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Bye Ed, hey Em.
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IIIIII would like to dedicate this page
to
Em, because she's a BAMF.
And I don't think anything else needs to be said.
She's kinda my partner in.. Er.... Accents. And her special skill is saying the word "cup"
Really.
Y'all should hear her say "cup"
It's really funny and adorbs :P
*raises glass*
to my bby
I misses you too, hun..
But...
We should probably get back inside the office..
*Carefully pulls away to put her things away in her bag*
If you insist. *has his many pockets filled with the diaries*
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Why are people dedding to me all of a sudden? Ye are all mad bastards.
Because we wuv wu Em.
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Because you are too Em :P
*Stuffs her things in and brushes past him to slip back into the office, preferably unnoticed*
*steps back in the office too*
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We love you Em!
Wbd gonna lost service for a few min
*Glares at her hair, wringing her hands together*
*Wiggles her toes*
*Thinks this entire endeavor would be easier if the omniscient voice just SPOKE TO HER*
*takes Adra's hand, takes comfort in the feeling of being near her*
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(If Em continues and im not here assume Alexis following you
SUP M'LOVELIES
How's everyone today? :)
Nuetral, Flora. You?
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Hey people! How are you all?
Mbd. Watching The Walking Dead.
I like making edits :)
*Cracks a smile, and squeezes his hand, taking a small step closer to him*
*Which is actually a minuscule step in the eyes of people who are taller than her i think I mean the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE*
*Fucking hell she's short*
(Florabell! Rhy! *hugs both*)
Hi Adra! How are you?
Oh.....more people dying.
I'm good thanks Trip :)
ADRABELL
AH! Rhydian! *tacklehugs*
Herrow Rhydian, Mara. (lol Adra.)
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Javier: come here Zaf
I'm fine
Allo Flora! How are you?
(Yes, Rhydian. The show is called "the Walking Dead" for a reason :P)
(FLorabelllllll)
(trip you don't even know. being short is a plague for her.)
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